I don't know if it's just getting familiar with the space, or if it is the meds, but Ida was a rock star in agility last night. She played with toys (which I paired with food to help build that drive some more), she ran right past me, she jumped up on the instructor. She was a good, happy, albeit kind of ditzy, baby girl.
While working on blind crosses, The instructor kept reminding me to reward from my hand (so that she would follow it and stay close). Ida would cross and then blow right past me - something that she's never done in this facility and rarely at all.
When I tried to explain that blowing by me has never been a problem for us, she reminded me to train the dog in front of me - not only the individual, but what that individual is doing in that particular moment.
I have a feeling that I'll need to keep being reminded of this, as Ida blossoms from being a ball of anxiety into the gregarious creature that she is at home.